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The old man grunted out some reply, and then asked Boscobel what he wanted. "I'll just hang about for the day, Mr. Brownbie, and get a little grub. You never begrudged a working-man that yet." Old Brownbie again grunted, but said no word of welcome. That, however, was to be taken for granted, without much expression of opinion. "No, Mr. Jerry," continued Boscobel, "I've done with that fellow."
The sergeant said that he didn't mind if he did; and the other man, of course, followed his officer's example. So far every thing was comfortable, and the constables seemed in no hurry to allude to disagreeable subjects. They condescended to eat a bit of cold meat before they proceeded to business. And at last the matter to be discussed was first introduced by one of the Brownbie family.
Armed with these depositions, the two constables went on to Boolabong in search of Nokes, and of Nokes only, much to the chagrin of Harry, who declared that the police would never really bestir themselves in a squatter's cause. "As for Nokes, he'll be out of Queensland by this time to-morrow." The Brownbie party returned, after their midnight raid, in great discomfiture to Boolabong.
But he'll be over with some of those Brownbie lads. They say Georgie Brownbie's about the country somewhere. If so, there'll be a row among 'em." "When thieves fall out, Mr. Bates, honest men come by their own." "So they say, Mr. Heathcote. All the same, I shouldn't care how far Georgie was away from any place I had to do with."
Georgie Brownbie had long been his bitter foe. He had prosecuted and, perhaps, persecuted Georgie for various offenses; but as Georgie was supposed to be as much at war with his own brethren as with the rest of the world at large, Heathcote had not thought much of that miscreant in the present emergency.
"There ain't nothing wrong here," said old Brownbie. "I hope not, Mr. Brownbie," said the sergeant. "I hope not. We haven't got any thing against you, at any rate." Sergeant Forrest was a graduate of Oxford, the son of an English clergyman, who, having his way to make in the world, had thought that an early fortune would be found in the colonies.
"I suppose you've heard that there was a scrimmage here last night," said Joe. The Brownbie party present consisted of the old man, Joe and Jack Brownbie, and Boscobel, Jerry keeping himself in the background because of his disfigurement. The sergeant, as he swallowed his food, acknowledged that he had heard something about it. "And that's what brings you here," continued Joe.
The animal plunged and reared, getting his head loose, and at last came down, he and his rider together. In the mean time Joe Brownbie, seeing this, rode up behind the sugar planter, and struck him violently with his cudgel over the shoulder. Medlicot sank nearly to the ground, but at once recovered himself.
Nokes was aware that some one on horseback had been near him when he was firing the grass, but had thought that it was one of the party from Gangoil. By the time that Jerry Brownbie had reached the German, Medlicot was there also. "Who the deuce are you?" asked Jerry. "What business is that of yours?" said Medlicot. "No business of mine, and you firing our grass!
One had been absolutely expelled by the brethren, and was now a vagabond in the country, turning up now and then at Boolabong and demanding food. Of the whole lot Georgie Brownbie, the vagabond, was the worst. The eldest son was at this time in prison at Brisbane, having on some late occasion been less successful than usual in regard to some acquired bullocks.
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